Badly Done, Emma - [Tina's apartment, Day 15] - [James, Tina]
Where Tina invited, James went. It was somewhat remarkable, really, that after all that had happened she could so easily suggest another afternoon watching movies. He'd walked out on her after their date, punched her ex without any true repentance, and didn't feel bad at all about what had happened yesterday except that Jim had gotten to share--and that part, he wasn't thinking about much.
No, Tina was terrible at discouraging him, and deep inside James knew that she liked the attention, sought it, liked him in spite of herself and in spite of all the reasons she'd expressed for keeping him at a distance. There was a faint, though constant, light of triumph burning within, knowing that. He was people-savvy enough to know that if she really wanted him gone, if she was truly immune to him, she'd be able to say no. Yesterday would never have happened. Today even less so. So he was not without a swagger--someone subdued, his body wracked with the after-effects of yesterday's ill-use--that he went over.
With flowers.
From what he'd heard, no one was going to be eating anything they didn't know about any time soon.
No, Tina was terrible at discouraging him, and deep inside James knew that she liked the attention, sought it, liked him in spite of herself and in spite of all the reasons she'd expressed for keeping him at a distance. There was a faint, though constant, light of triumph burning within, knowing that. He was people-savvy enough to know that if she really wanted him gone, if she was truly immune to him, she'd be able to say no. Yesterday would never have happened. Today even less so. So he was not without a swagger--someone subdued, his body wracked with the after-effects of yesterday's ill-use--that he went over.
With flowers.
From what he'd heard, no one was going to be eating anything they didn't know about any time soon.